Stephen Malkmus
Us
I wish we could get our act togetherMake some sense of present tense alrightTake our time with what we find and fear itDon't you know there's someplace else that we can goBillions of trees to climbI don't really know your taste in ceilingsI don't know the rpm you revBut for now I think I'll keep on reelingThis adventure needs a little game, my friendIt never ever endsWe're locked in to talking a lariat knot to a CreeA walk in the cotton a rebel attempted to skiWe're locked in to talking I'd rather you not than agreeTo walk in in cotton a rebel attempted to skiOn gypsum slacks, you can't do thatStreaking through the ferns in AlleghenyChatting up a panda in a barWell I like wearing slippers when it's rainingThis attraction bleeds into a thirst, like it always does, here
From Letras Mania